lost hearts

After lunch, krist and singto rushed to the venue for the last rehearsal.

The collective personnel came to the scene to go through the process once.

The stage is huge.

Looking at it from a distance, there were too many empty seats to count.

And at night, those spots will be filled with all sorts of people.

The guest seats in the front row were already densely packed with people, those who had met before, those who had never met before, those who were famous, and those who had never heard of it.These stars and their working teams stood together in groups, each with a star-studded look.

Different from Thailand's entertainment industry, the awards that come and go are counted, and wherever you go, you have heard the name or met people.

The circle in Thailand is like a fan group in Thailand, it has always been a big family, and the connections between them are inextricably linked.

And what they will be on tonight is an Asianized stage.

They couldn't help being nervous.

"Hey... P'sing, when we get on stage, they won't let us go down."

Feeling his hands trembling, Krist tugged on his brother's sleeve, joking.

"Yes, we will be notified that you have come by mistake, we did not invite you."

"Hahaha, yes, you just looked confused and asked us, who are you?"

"Hahahahaha." Singto laughed and patted Krist on the head again.

Krist's hair hasn't been taken care of yet, and the natural and smooth broken hair hangs down in front of his forehead. When his brother reached out his hand, he swayed as usual to avoid the palm that was pretending to hit him, and suddenly felt blessed, and stretched out his right hand to clasp took P'sing's hand.

Fingers and fingers interspersed together, holding loosely.

Krist tugged singto, held hands and led him in his direction.

The boy whose hand was being grabbed was stunned by the naked eye, and blinked his eyes twice quickly.

The thief sneaked a guilty glance around.

Both P'jane and P'yui were busy checking the process with the translator and the staff of V-chataward.

There are people I don't know all around.

He straightened his brother's fingers one by one, and then took off a yellow amber ring from his left ring finger.

"This," Krist said with a smile, "Can you lend me one today?"

"Oh." Singto was a little surprised, he was completely confused by the jumping thinking that he said to his brother, but in a sense, he had gotten used to it.

"Okay, you can take it with you." He patted the back of Krist's hand lovingly, and Singto had no particular objection to exchanging jewelry.In fact, they even swapped clothes from time to time.

With a victorious expression of achieving his goal, Krist raised his chin proudly, winked at his brother, and raised his eyebrows again. After making a series of small expressions, he happily tried them on his fingers one by one. Put it on the ring finger.However, it is the ring finger of the right hand.

"Krist, sing, come here, get ready for makeup and styling." P'bank greeted them not far away.

The two boys looked up at the bank at the same time, and then walked towards that end one after the other.

The service is prepared by the organizer, and due to the large number of people, the schedule is very tense.

From the beginning of the rehearsal process, people were constantly being called to do makeup.

Although there should be many makeup artists and stylists, according to the intensity of the itinerary, it still seems stretched.

After finishing his hair and makeup, Krist is very satisfied with his new look, but besides his appearance, there is another thing he needs to worry about.

Grabbing P'singto who was about to go to the fitting room to change into the suit provided by the host, Krist kept taking deep breaths.

"Wait P'sing."

"Huh?" Singto, who followed P'jane towards the door, stopped, looked at his younger brother who was a bit abnormal today, and tilted his head slightly.

"Brother, hurry up, hurry up." P'jane urged singto who suddenly stood still.

Krist took two steps forward and moved closer to his ear.

"P'sing, after tonight's performance, can you talk to me?"

Mustered 12 points of courage.

When making this suggestion, Krist actually felt more nervous than going on stage.

However, he has already made his decision.

From when I put on that same golden ring.

From the time I realized that a bracelet is a kind of shackle.

From when krist first found out that he fell in love with singtoprachaya.